Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.